“Thank you for loving me.”. Aksi ..!

“Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said..."As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar.”


“Thank you for loving me.”. Aksi ..!<br /> <img src="http://37.media.tumblr.com/99be1a60be849968bb5752ea8c56d8f1/tumblr_n5wp58auo91r2zs3eo1_1280.jpg " width="450" /><br /> “Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said..."As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar.” <br /> <img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/a3feee8d9ae68aa89ded0f056bbf57b7/tumblr_n5wocqE1xE1r2zs3eo1_500.jpg " width="450" />